Painted Moose
With her position only really moving from one foot to the other, and her one hand still attempting to work out the pains in her shoulder. The mystic listened carefully, something she would not have done only a few years ago. Her chest heaved with the sigh of patience, practice was needed to understand other races and this may be a good place to start. Even if it was a struggle for her, even if her own rage struggled to show it's face.
Aselia continued to keep watch on Enya, trying to show an interest in the subject. Although the ability to keep their breath under water for such an extended period of time did peak her interest and her Antenna gave a fluttering wiggle. That was a proud strength that she, nor any of her sisters, were known to be able to boast about. Even with special weeds and gourds to offer even a single breath of more air.
Her eyes cast causally up towards the blooming white flowers only briefly as she tried to imagine earthlings as tall as herself. "That is a powerful feat, are they also covered in crystals like the... smaller tribes." There was a pause, and a struggle as Aselia worked to come up with another term to call the earthlings. Having been so used to calling them Crystal Crawlers for so long. It felt somehow uncomfortable to attempt another term for the smaller races.
